Sometimes I'll pause to hold life's looking glass;
telescopes allow images of art.
Rustic scenes, imagination's mirror
utter curiosity, fawn or gnu
traipsing in mind's garden images start.
Herculean sights framed by an inner reach,
each one brought to size by the human side.
Refraction on afar, witness a star,
strength of the light from infinite recess.
Glows of Genesis flow like river song;
ancient is night, the unfolding strata
read like large print in cafes of wonder.
Distance longs to doff its secretive lid.
Except I blink, I relish in a stare
next to it all that magnifies my gain.